Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.